You've got to be having a giraffe <(It's what my son say's for 'laugh') haven't you? I've got more lead in my *pencil than there is on the average church roof; plus i'm extremely handsome, ask sonofsilence. There'd be no frustrated females with me on the scene, matey, with emphasis on the 'females' there, 'cause I don't do the marmite-mining, not with blokes anyways.

i think it was just the last few months or so.... until then, people just thought i was lesbian. now they think i'm metrosexual, after my repeated insistence that i dig guys. but anyway, i think we were talking about jesus. space travel is pretty meaningless too, unless you can travel faster than the speed of light. but nothing with mass can do that, according to the theory of relativity. so these bastards are just gonna get old and run out of air and food in their spaceship. fuck 'em, is what i say...

Welcome aboard RealThing. As well as being our 4th breeder, you'll be seamstress and laundress. You'll be in charge of making, repairing, and tending to clothes and spacesuits, including for the babies.

Even though you went out of your way to find an ugly looking plateful, the Full English Breakfast still beats those disgusting Fanjeetas hands down. If Strawman really did train at the Dorchester then he's hands down the best candidate for chef.

JonnyManic, stop being a pansy. I know there are stars to be travelled, but nowhere in the universe will you find a place where deflavored eggs and cardboard stand a legitimate chance against totally awesome Mexican food. Even goddamn Taco Bell is better than the "finest" British restaurant. A lot of good things have come out of that island, but food is not one of them. (Unless you count potatoes, which rock only because they make burritos more awesome.)